My Lord's Story: Goodness Incarnate

Ramayanam in English poetry.

The Supreme Lord of the Universe was once born on this earth as a Human Being, faced challenges and had His share of pain and pleasure going through both good and bad times like any of us. Like any of us He too, took His turn in laughter and cry.

This humility of The Lord, that makes Him come down to earth and share with us our difficulties to show us a way to handle them is what I admire in Him. This quality of Him, makes me surrender to Him unconditionally and makes me want to sing His Glory on and on and on.

My Lord's Story is an out pour of my devotion that seeps out in gratitude for the pains He took to be a lighthouse for us, to cross the ocean of Samsara.

Links to all the posts have been provided in an order on the right side column.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

Lord Shiva and Dhakshayini were happily married. They had fallen in
love with each other sometime back and were now Happily married with a
cute child named Ganesha!

Dakshayini's Father Dhaksha
performed a ritual without inviting Lord Shiva. Dhakshayini wanted Her
Father to invite Lord Shiva. Dhaksha would not, as Dhakshayini married
Lord Shiva against his wish. Though Lord Shiva told Dhakshayini to
ignore the insult, Dhakshayini went to Her Father's place and tried to
convince him otherwise. Dhaksha refused and spoke unruly words about
Lord Shiva. Unable to bear the pain and heart-broken that she couldn't
convince Her father to respect Her Husband, She immolated Herself, then
and there. Unable to bear the loss of His beloved wife, Shiva first
destroyed Dhaksha and all His army. He then started to dance with
unlimited sorrow holding the body of His beloved wife in His arms.

Maha
Vishnu realised that, the body of Dhakshayini was making Lord Shiva's
sorrow grow. He sent, Sudharshan, His discuss to cut the body of
Dhakshayini into many pieces. Sudharshan did so and the body of
Dhakshayini fell in 54 different places. All of these places have been
identified by Hindu Saints and are now temples of Shakthi.

Lord
Shiva's sorrow got subdued a bit and he stopped dancing. Anyway, not
wanting to see anything anymore and not wanting to live this life
without His wife anymore, Shiva sat down, closed His eyes and remained
so for many years. Now Manmathan, induced in Him a thirst for
pleasure. Lord Shiva not wanting to be with another woman other than
Dhakshayini, got angry and burnt Manmathan to ashes.

Manmathan had did so because He wanted Lord Shiva to have a progeny. And He wanted Lord Shiva to have a progeny because, only a progeny of Lord Shiva could fight Adharma which was taking place at that time.

Now that Manmathan was burnt to ashes, The Devas, then
worshipped Shakthi, the Universal material Energy, who now had no form,
to help them achieve their ends. Shakthi was very much happy to
oblige. As, She could take a new form and re-unite with Her Husband, who
was grieving Her loss. She took birth as the daughter of Himavan and
started to do penance propitiating Lord Shiva. Now, Her name was
Parvathi.

Parvathi, performed penance for quite
sometime. Some birds seeing this flew over to the place where Lord Shiva
was in Meditation and spoke among themselves. "Dhakshayini is re-born.
She is now performing penance on the Himalaya Hills to marry Lord
Shiva." Lord Shiva heard this and tears started flowing down His eyes.
All His sorrow disappeared in a moment and His heart was filled with
love, love and love. He wanted to go and hug her immediately.

Lord
Shiva appeared before Parvathi who was immersed in meditation. He
observed Her. Parvathi did not look like Dhakshayini. Yet, His heart
told Him, that it was indeed, Dhakshayini re-incarnated as Parvathi.
Shiva wanted to get solid proof that the women performing penance was
indeed His Dhakshayini. His heart immediately gave Him an idea, how He
could know for sure that Parvathi was indeed Dhakshayini.

Lord
Shiva transformed himself into a very old man. He coughed loudly and
knocked his walking stick on the ground noisily. Parvathi opened Her
eyes and offered, the old man,some water to drink. The old man after
drinking the water, thanked the young lady and enquired about her.

When
Parvathi said, that she was doing penance to propitiate Lord Shiva and
marry Him. The old man shook His head in disapproval.

"No.
No. No. Young Lady!" The old man said in dsgust. "Are you crazy? You
look so beautiful and you are so young. Even Indra, the God of Devas
would fall at you Feet, to marry You! But You! You want to marry that
Shiva, who lives in the burial grounds. Who smears the ashes of burnt
dead bodies on Him. He cannot afford to buy Himself a silken cloth and
He roams around draped in a tiger's skin. On top of this, He is just a
beggar. Who lives from the food He begs in the streets. While even
common men wear ornaments of gold, this Shiva wears, snakes for
ornaments. And, Rudraksha beads which He picks up while He roams in the
jungles. He doesn't have a proper place to stay. And you want to Marry
Him!"

As Lord Shiva, in the guise of a old man, spoke thus, degrading Himself, Parvathi's anger knew no bounds.

"My Shiva isn't a beggar you fool!
He is The Maker of Many Many Kings.
Propitiating Him, Paupers have become Billionaires!
The weak and timid have become strong and brave!

The sinners, wash their sin,
by washing
My Lord in The Linga form!
The poor, get drenched in wealth,
by drenching
My Lord in the Linga form!

They drench Him with Water
To wash Their Sins
They Drench Him in Milk
To become strong
They Drench Him in
Tender Coconuts water
To become Rich!

Only to sanction the wishes
of His devotees
He lives an ascetic life
and keeps increasing His powers!

If not for My Lord on this earth
There will not fall a drop of Rain
Nor will grow, a speck of grain

To undermine Him,
Don't you dare
To unlimited heights
My anger would flare!

Shame on you!
For degrading someone
Based on looks.
You idiot, scoundrel
and a useless brag!"

Parvathi
stopped talking, as she saw tears flowing down the old man's eyes. His
eyes, that were looking at Her, emitted so much Love and a look that
said, 'He knew Her for long.' Parvathi's fury now became a bit of a
confusion. And then, it became surprise and shyness.

Lord
Shiva, was standing before Her in His original form. He was convinced,
it was His Dhakshayini who was standing before Him. Parvathi physically did
not resemble Dhakshayini. But when Parvathi spoke with fury in His
defence, Lord Shiva could See, that it was none other Dhakshayini
speaking in His Defence. The very way, She Had spoken to Her father,
Dhaksha! Infact, the words Lord Shiva spoke degrading Himself too were
the words of Dhaksha and not His own.

Lord Shiva with a
smile, to complete the formality, asked Parvathi about what She wanted
and why She was propitiating Him. Parvathi, with much shyness, Looking at
The Feet of Her Lord, said, "Lord! If my penace has pleased you! Please
do grant me that I marry you!"

For the first and last time ever, Lord Shiva said, "Thank You! Oh! Beautiful One! For Granting me this Boon!"

Himavan,
Parvathi's Father, was happy beyond limits hearing this incident. He
arranged for a grand Marraige Ceremony! With Nandhi as His Best Man,
Lord Shiva Majestically entered the Marriage arena adorned with silken
white cloths and a turban made of Yellowish Silk. His matted hair locks
were all pulled back and tied very well. On His forehead, there were lines
of The Holy Ashes of The Yagna Grounds! Lord Shiva adorned in Golden
Ornaments was a rare and beautiful sight!

Goddess
Parvathi entered the marriage grounds and stood near Lord Shiva. She was
dressed in Red, Silken Saree and a Yellow Blouse. She was well
decorated with Golden Ornaments. She was very beautiful and as much shy.
Her eyes where ever fixed on the Ground! Her hair was decorated with
strings of Jasmine.

They both wore Garlands that were made with hand picked flowers.

Ganesha! The Son of Dhakshayini, sat amidst the crowd in the very first row. He was happy to see His Father Happy again. He was happy to see His Parent's Unite again. Being a wise child, He knew, Parvathi was His Mother, now taken A New Form.

Lord
Shiva touched The Red Kumkum Powder with His Ring Finger and adorned it
on the Forehead of Parvathi. He then took The Sacred Yellow Rope, a
tied it around Parvathi's Neck! Thus, were united Lord Shiva and
Parvathi who are ever inseperable!

About Me

I am a spiritual aspirant.A devotee of Shri Rama. A student of Shri Krishna. An ardent fan of Mahatma Gandhi and a child of Sri Ramakrishna. I was working towards becoming a film maker. Now, I have taken a break from that and have dedicated myself to write 'My Lord's Story.'
Since November 2009, I have got a desire to become an undisputed Ruler with true monopoly of power.